Page 2 of Riding Savage

“Yeah, well, you stopped.”

He grins widely. “I did stop, didn’t I?” Though Doc and I are twenty-five years apart in age, I can appreciate the fact that the man is gorgeous. Not in an‘oh my god, I have to have him’sort of way, but in a sexy, older man kind of way.

His big, rough hand grazes my shoulder. “I’m going to help you up onto my bike and we’ll get you to the hospital. If I call for help, it’ll take ages, and you see that storm rolling in too, right?”

I glance toward the west, where the dark night is only getting darker.

“It’s pretty bad. I’ve been trying to stay ahead of it, but we need to get moving. You can’t be out here getting soaked. We’ll stop back at my place, get my truck, and head up to the Springs. That’s the only hospital that can handle the x-rays you need.”

At first glance of those storm clouds, I agree. We need to move, but I’m a little confused about how all this is going to work. “My leg is broken. How am I going to get up on your bike?”

“We’ll figure it out.” He bends down and lifts me from the ground like I’m a light little feather that dropped off one of the hunting birds that flew away when he arrived. “If we move fast, we’ll be back at my cabin in twenty minutes.” Given that Doc spent his career working as a military medic, I decide to turn off the meter I have that’s usually desperate to give my very vocal opinion about whatever’s happening. Right now, I need rescue and he’s here to save me.

I’m going to be thankful, despite the fact that my leg throbs like a son of a bitch when he settles me down on the seat of his bike.

“You alright?” His tone is deep and graveled. “I’ll apologize in advance for how redneck all this is going to be.”

“Redneck?Redneck how?” Around here, the term redneck is endearing and usually a‘redneck project’means using everyday objects in a way that they normally wouldn’t be used. Like Mr. Matthews, who lives a few cabins down from me. He’s convinced me that the best way to mix cookies is with a whisk attached to a drill. It’s pretty genius. The batter is always nice and smooth.

I blow out a deep breath and inhale another one as Doc pulls the rope from the side saddle of his bike. “What’s that for?”

“To tie you in with. This and some strong branches will hold your leg up while you’re riding.” His face is straight when he speaks, as though what he’s saying really makes sense.

“What?”

He narrows his gaze and leans in with the heavy gauge cord, tying it around my ankle. It’s now that I notice the hair on his bare chest and the heavy scent of motor oil on his skin.

“Where are you coming back from?”

He glances up at me. “This is going to be invasive, but I have to snug this rope up into your thigh. Are you okay with that?”

He’s avoided my question, which only makes me need to know more, but I go with the flow. He’s a smart guy and there’s a storm behind us. Given he’s a medical professional, touching my anything in a situation like this is understood.

I nod and redirect my gaze toward my bike laying sideways in the field. I couldn’t see where it went from where I was sitting. I bet my phone is somewhere near there, too. It’s probably broken and crushed. It’s not important. I can come back on a recon mission later. Hell, I’ll bring my sister to help. Right now, I need to focus on—

“Oh!” I glance toward Doc as his very large hand slides between my legs. He’s tucking the rope into place inside my thigh, and I can tell he’s trying to be careful, but his hands are so big, it’s impossible. And without trying, his fingertips graze over the top of my covered pussy in the most delightful of ways.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?” He glances toward me, and for a second, there’s an awkwardness that I can’t describe. Maybe it’s because his touch is the onegoodfeeling I’ve had all day. Or maybe it’s because he’s really creeped out. Either way, the eye contact is uneasy.

“Yeah. I’m good. Do what you have to.” I spread my legs wider, but the pain is excruciating.

Doc reaches his hand to my outer thigh and pushes my legs together again. “You’re okay where you were. Don’t cause added stress.”

I swallow down a heavy lump in my throat and let his words warm me as he slides the rope and sticks into place against my thigh, trying his best to avoid my most private areas. For the most part, he does well, but as he tightens the rope, his fingers graze my slit inadvertently, and I bite back a tiny moan.

What the fuck is wrong with me? First of all, that wasn’t that big a deal. Second, I’m a grown ass woman. I’ve been touched before. I shouldn’t be as shocked by a few big, rough fingers grazing my pussy.

With the rope in place on my thigh, he wraps the cord around my back and climbs onto the bike, looping it around his stomach before hooking the end onto my ankle he started at. It’s redneck ingenuity for sure, but it just might work. The pressure is off my leg, and I’m pressed up against his back and locked in place. I’m not going anywhere.

Thunder rumbles and sprinkles of rain begin to fall.

“How’s the pain?” He starts up the bike and begins to roll forward as my ankle rests on his knee.

The pain is like needles piercing and shooting, surrounded by a dull ache that’s nearly overwhelming, but the memory of Doc's hand grazing my slit is all I’m thinking about. Must be my brain was shaken loose out there. “No worse than it was,” I lie.

“Good. I’m sure you’re going to feel pain when we move. Stop me if it gets really bad, but we need to get out of the storm fast. You ready?”

Thunder rumbles behind us and a flash of lightning lights up the sky as a cold breeze pushes the sagebrush back and forth.

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